Lying in the belly
Of the fevered earth
Are the ghosts of torment.
They take on the bodies of vicious beasts,
Energy that stirs for release..
Over the slow and precise
Metamorphosis!
Until after aeons
They find their designed goal.
Lo! They break into open space.
They mount and take on the reins
Of the white horses .
The sky is watching
And turns deep blue
In amazement at what the earth can do.
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